So, I had this idea yesterday while listening to a cyberpunk/noir mix on 8tracks *you can hear it here - /physionomiste/to-be-alone-after-midnight*. It's a silly one but I couldn't get off my head so I decided to write. Sorry for any english mistake. Not my native language. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Thank God Castle is not mine. It would be a horrible show xD
For the 10th time he was relieved that the bartender of the Zion bar was a robot. He wouldn't be questioned why he showed up every night and sat at the same stool. He wouldn't be embarrassed telling that he is waiting for someone. But not to talk. Just to see.
Because he would never get close to her. He was a writer. But not any writer, no, he was a wanted writer. He was famous in the underground because his mystery novels were fiction but had the hidden truth about the corps and the dirty cops that ruled Neo City. So Richard Castle had to hide from the police if he wanted to stay alive and not be framed as a 'Enemy of the good people of Neo City'.
And she…..she was gorgeous. Every time she showed up in the bar with her red trench coat, calling the attention of every men and women. With beautiful eyes, hair….everything…But, and here was the catch, she was a cop. She worked for the corps to maintain the city how it should be, nice for the rich and a hell for the poor.
He would give everything if he could just be with her. Castle knew her name was Kate Beckett because one of her colleagues shouted one night. He didn't know what would happen if she discovered he was a wanted author so it was better to not risk it. So he would dream. Do trips because of her. He was friend with one of the best trip-drug dealers of the city so he could imagine a world where they were friends, partners in crime, lovers…a world where everything was right…
"So….every time I am here you are here…." An amused voice startled Castle and he was scared as soon as he laid his eyes on her. Oh she was talking….with him…
"I just…I like this bar…" well…stuttering wouldn't help him.
"Just joking. And if you were stalking me…I know how to protect myself" the smile was the most beautiful he saw in his life….it would be a perfect one if that little infinite symbol tattooed on her right cheek wasn't there. The symbol that stated she was a cop.
"Good to know you can defend yourself. This city is not safe…I mean.."
"So you are saying that I don't protect the city Mr….." damn he was digging himself in a big hole of embarrassment.
"No…It's not what I meant…I…see…" shut up shut up.
"Well….in a way it's true" her mischievous smile was going to kill him
"Wh…what?"
"I get murders, so unfortunately, someone had to die to me step in. And you still didn't say your name Mr…"
"Ah…Rodgers, Alexander Rodgers" of course he was giving the official and registered name.
"Oh…I know you! You write for the 'Technofuture journal'!" She finally sat on the stool on her left and curiosity was leaking from her eyes. Of course she would read a journal that said good things about this crap city and the corrupt cops and praise the great corporations.
"Yeah….that's me….." oh if she knew it was all lies.
An awkward silence suddenly showed up uninvited and they both stared at their empty glasses. Oh how he wanted to ignorant…how he wanted to be rich, have a nice pod, a nice house in the sky, forget that everything was dirty and broken…then he could at least be honest with her, talk, laugh and be her friend…
"Do you believe?"
"Holy..!" Castle startled seeing her so close to his face. What she was talking about? "be-believe in what?" she kept staring, looking for something, and satisfied with what she found, decided to continue the talk.
"In everything you write. Do you believe all of this is perfect?" The whisper in his ears showing him that he could talk freely because she didn't want to be overheard too.
"I believe in the old politics…the one in the books of when the earth was beautiful and full of trees. Of course there was corruption but at least we could vote you know…." He was screaming internally. Why was he questioning the government to a cop? He was screwing this up so much and he was sure the jail would be his home this night.
"hmmmmm….very brave from you to talk about this to me…but this means what? That you write what the corps want you to write?" well…by the tone of her voice, she wasn't judging him…hope she can let him walk away.
"I need to feed myself miss I-still-don't-know-your-name" ha! Of course he knew…
"Katherine Beckett. So….if you write all this to feed yourself, I imagine that you write things that doesn't give you any credit right?" damn her and her beautiful smile. He would tell her everything if she just asked.
"I….I don't do anything wrong Miss Beckett….I just write…" He needed to get out of here. It was time to back away and leave while she would let him. No more seeing the gorgeous woman with the red trench coat. Only drug-trips and a dream.
She stood up, paid the drink showing her wrist to the robot read and debit the credits, held the purse that was in her left shoulder (he didn't even saw that she had a purse this night), got even more close to him, the heat of her body warming his veins…and with a whisper almost inaudible his life changed.
"The world changes you know? And there are people inside places that want that change too…." He froze when she kissed his cheek and backed to finish her talk in his ear "good night Mr. Castle…"
Oh damn. He tried to seem confused with the name but her face showed that he was failing. How did she know? Why wasn't he being arrested? He then looked to her purse and there…from an open stash he could see his book. She was a cop but she wanted see the city change. And she knew him…and…he couldn't breathe.
"I will be here next Friday. Come and we will talk about changing this world…" one more kiss in his cheek and she left, floating with the red trench coach, getting the attention of men and women, leaving a simple man behind with ideas in his mind. A cop that wanted to fight and change everything. His next novel would be a blast. And he could see…blurred and still dangerous….but he could see a future where he could be her friend, her partner in crime and who knows….
